Casual Hamptons Restaurants

Summertime means casual. For me, some of the best places to eat in the Hamptons are the most casual. Here are some of my favorites:

  • Candy Kitchen, corner of Main (Route 27) and School Streets, Bridgehampton, old-fashioned luncheonette, a long-standing Bridgehampton institution, great for family breakfasts, Greek salad and souvlaki, homemade fresh fruit ice cream (try the peach in-season);
  • Duryea’s Lobster Deck, 65 Tuthill Road, Montauk, Fresh lobsters and seafood, try the Lobster Roll, outdoor dining overlooking Fort Pond Bay, BYOB;
  • Clam Bar at Napeague, 2025 Montauk Highway (Route 27), Napeague, Outdoor dining on the highway, oldies playlist, great lobster rolls, clam chowder, fresh steamers, fried clams, fresh clams on the half shell, corn-on-the-cob, Stewart’s Root Beer, perfect lunch stop for a long bike ride;
  • Estia’s Little Kitchen, 1615 Sag Harbor Bridgehampton Turnpike, Sag Harbor, Breakfast, lunch and dinner with a Mexican twist, my favorite breakfast destination when I have house guests;
  • Sams Bar & Restaurant. 36 Newtown Lane, East Hampton, An East Hampton local institution since 1947, old-fashioned Italian-American red sauce and garlic standards, linguine and clam sauce (up all night), veal parm, spaghetti and meatballs, just like Papa used to make;
  • American Pie Pizzeria, Gelato and Juice Bar, Bridgehampton Commons, Route 27, Bridgehampton, classic mall pizzeria that has it all, Mama’s Sicilian, calzone, stromboli, cannoli, gelato, Junior’s cheese cake, home delivery; and
  • Bay Burger, 1742 Sag Harbor Bridgehampton Turnpike, Sag Harbor, See “Burgers“.
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Gym Towels

I used to have a collection of really great gym towels. It took me years to collect them. They were mostly souvenirs of sporting events like Roland Garros, Wimbledon and The Belmont Stakes. Some of them were freebies that were handed out at Mets and Yankees games with sponsor’s names, such as Pizza Hut or Delta Airlines. None of them matched. They were thoroughly worn in, thin and prickly, like the kind that Burgess Meredith rubbed Sylvester Stallone down with in the original Rocky.

Unfortunately, one of the not-so-great things about our recent home renovation is that it was apparently the perfect opportunity for someone (no names) to throw out some of my favorite stuff and “upgrade” it.  My gym towels have been replaced with brand new fluffy color-coordinated towels with the very large word GYM embroidered on them. These will come in handy as I grow old because I will be able to read them easily and always remember where they go.  Maybe I should get a matching SHIRT and SHORTS. And take up BALLET.

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Take Me Out to the Ball Game

I’m headed to Yankee Stadium, one of my favorite places. For the next three days, I will be eating hot dogs and watching the New York Yankees play the defending American League champion Texas Rangers, hoping to see Yankee captain and future Hall-of-Famer Derek Jeter get his 3000th career base hit and become the first Yankee to reach that milestone.

Derek Jeter is my favorite baseball player on my favorite team. He has defined the current Yankee era, leading the team to 5 World Series championships with a level of professionalism and class that is all-to-often lacking in professional athletes today. For me and many Yankee fans, the defining Jeter moment was his game-saving head-first diving catch in the stands against the Red Sox in July 2004, which left him dazed and bloody. I went out and purchased a Jeter shirt the next day and have been proudly wearing it to the Stadium ever since. I will be wearing it this week to hopefully witness some Yankee history. (Note: Jeter got injured last night with a Grade 1 calf strain and probably won’t play!)

In honor of Derek Jeter and his great career, let’s talk baseball books. Here are my favorites. Let’s hear about yours.

  • The Boys of Summer, Roger Kahn: My favorite of all baseball books perhaps because it is not just a great baseball book, but also a wonderfully evocative trip back in time to early 1950’s Brooklyn where and when my parents were married and started their life together by having a son (me) who would grow to love baseball and collect the memorabilia associated with the great Brooklyn Dodger team of that era (chronicled in The Boys of Summer), a team that would eventually win its only World Series championship in 1955 one month before my birth and then abandon Brooklyn for California two years later;
  • Men at Work: The Craft of Baseball, George F. Will: Written by a great journalist and writer, this book delves into the preparation and attention to detail necessary to play the game at the highest level through interviews with some of the greats of the game about the essentials of hitting, pitching, fielding and managing;
  • The Summer Game, Roger Angell: A collection of essays on baseball by one of America’s greatest sportswriters, which first appeared in The New Yorker from 1962-1972, the period of my introduction to and education in the game, when I consumed and memorized every statistic and nuance, and reluctantly came to grips with the reality that I would never make it to The Big Show;
  • October 1964, David Halberstam: Against a political backdrop of JFK’s assassination, the Vietnam War and the civil rights movement, the great historian (and baseball lover) recreates the World Series of 1964 in which the declining Yankee dynasty of Mantle, Maris and Ford passed the torch to the first great team to be dominated by young black athletes, the St Louis Cardinals of Gibson, Brock and Flood;
  • Ball Four, Jim Bouton: The first of its kind and controversial when originally published, Ball Four is an insider’s diary of a season that takes an irreverent look behind the scenes and unmasks our heroes to reveal the real men beneath the facade, impossible to put down at the time I first read it;
  • Summer of ’49, David Halberstam: Another insightful combination of history and baseball, set in post WWII America as Joe DiMaggio’s Yankees battle their historical rivals, the Boston Red Sox led by the great Ted Williams, for the 1949 American League pennant;
  • The Great American Novel, Philip Roth: Combine one of the 20th century’s greatest American novelists with America’s pastime, add a little satire, and you’ve got a hilarious fictional window on mid-century America through the colorful prism of baseball’s only homeless team, the Rupert Mundy’s, and their collection of misfits;
  • Moneyball, The Art of Winning an Unfair Game, Michael Lewis: A look behind the romance to the real business of baseball and how a small-market franchise puts together a team that can compete with the Big Boys by using modern analytic approaches to statistics; and
  • The Last Boy: Mickey Mantle and the End of America’s Childhood, Jane Leavy: The ultimate denouement for a middle-aged baby boomer baseball fan as the veneer is stripped away from my first baseball hero and the sad vulnerability of real life reveals itself.
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Peeing on Buses and Trains

Warning! Mom, you won’t like this one!

Most men cannot resist the challenge of trying to hit the target when peeing on a moving bus or train. It must be the same impulse that gives rise to the popularity of archery, riflery and darts. But the challenge is greater on a moving vehicle because the necessary balance requires the additional skills of surfing or snowboarding. The combination of required skills thus makes bus/train peeing quite similar to the Winter Olympic Biathalon (riflery on cross-country skis). Of course novices can hang on to the wall handles that are usually provided or even sit down. But world class performers will stand with no hands. For non-participants, it is advisable to use the restroom early in your journey.

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Midnight in Paris

Woody Allen is back on top of his game making love to Paris the way he once did Manhattan. A romantic and wistful romp through bygone days with starstruck Owen Wilson as he travels back in time to a golden age in Paris, meets his literary heroes and falls in love. Are we living in a “golden age”? A delightful and charming summer diversion, guaranteed to leave you smiling.

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